Page 104 of Guarding Grace

His brows scrunched together. “No. Why?”

“You didn’t want to…” I wasn’t sure how to ask the question delicately.

A smile grew on his face. “Sleep with you?”

I nodded, having expected a cruder way of putting it. “Do I?—”

His chuckle stopped me. “Kitten, you were drunk, and it wouldn’t have been right. If you’re asking if I’m still attracted to you…”

I hung on his next words like a lifeline.

“The answer is absofuckinglutely. If you had the time, which you don’t, and didn’t have a hangover, which you do, I’d throw you over my shoulder, lay you out on the hood of my car right now, and fuck you senseless. That would scratch one item off our list.”

With that, I had to laugh, even though it hurt. His words, crude as they were, sent sparks of anticipation up my spine.

“Does that answer your question?” he asked.

“Rain check?”

“You need to shower. I will not have you blaming me for being late to work.”

“I need to find my…uh, shower things first.”

In seconds, he held out a plastic shopping bag. “Zane packed these for you.” He leaned against the bathroom counter when I took it.

“A little privacy, please,” I said out of habit. It was totally inappropriate now that I’d slept with him, and I’d just imagined him fucking my brains out down in the garage.

He arched a brow. “Aren’t we past that, Kitten?”

“Yeah, sorry.” My cheeks flushed, and the memory of his face between my legs yesterday hit me full force. It canceled out the headache for a moment.

“I’m staying.”

Did he mean to watch me shower? Maybe join me in the shower? In spite of the throbbing headache, the prospect turned me on. Since I washungover, but no longer drunk, was he now interested in me? If the hood of the car was out, would the wall of the shower be quick enough?

He took in a labored breath, as his eyes traveled the length of me and back up again, lingering on my chest for a moment.

A tingle of excitement shoved the headache aside. Looking down, my body’s vote was obvious. My nipples had gone into full headlights-on mode, poking through the T-shirt.

“Go ahead.”

With what?Take off the shirt? Was sex a part of his hangover remedy? Sex released endorphins and oxytocin. They relieved pain, right? Would sex mute this headache, or would the headache make sex impossible?

“I’m not leaving until you finish both mugs,” he clarified.

Shit.Sex was not a part of his cure. I drank the water first and struggled to gulp down most of the coffee as ordered.

He forced the coffee mug back at me. “All of it.” A night of sleeping together, but notsleeping together, hadn’t smoothed out his bossy streak. Maybe that was the effect of having blue balls if his morning wood was any indication.

“Yes, sir.”

After getting the last of it down, I organized my shower kit from the bag.

“Shirt off and turn around.”

“Huh?” Now he had me totally confused.

“I don’t want you getting the cut wet.”